We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again — to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more. (Pico Iyer, “Why We Travel")
I have posted the above passage before. It has touched me deeply. But now, as I prepare for hiking the 95-mile West
Highland Way slightly northwest of Glasgow ,
I can only have faith that this is true.
I have been upping my walking miles for months and getting things sorted
out for weeks, and I have felt a lot of stress. In a few days, I expect
my heart to open, etc., etc.
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